Story [Star Trek 2009 & Beyond] An Abiding Treasure. New Post: June 17!

Title: An Abiding Treasure

Author: Jade eyes, initially, now called Nyota's Heart

Genre: Humor, bromance, romance, and even more mush, mush, mush than you'd expect LOL

Disclaimer: Borrowing with love.

AN: Some repostings with additions/changes and new stuff too from prior threads. Tags available upon request.



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*melty*
An Accomplice in Love

My sister, Kashore, is fun-loving and warm. She is vivacious and empathetic.

She drew guys growing up just by being her very likable self.

She teased and flirted, whereas I turned a deaf ear to the attentions I received.

When she met Dajan, however, I could tell immediately things were serious!

All flirting stopped. She became as impervious as I had always been.

She'd come in late from dates with him and ask me to keep her secret for her.

I am a romantic at heart, so I grinned and did. I liked him a lot, and felt he was terrific for her.

Our folks liked him too, which is saying something.

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I simply hoped that I would one day find a love so deep and warm and true.

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Little did I know that I would, and it would surpass all or any of my girlhood dreams!

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SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! out loud!

 

Great start with Nyota describing her sister's lavacious style to her more subtle style in men. Of course, once they meet their soulmate, then it's definitely serious and lovely.

Tag as always.

 

Yes, two different paths to everlasting love.

 

Aww! That's a very sweet picture of Kashore

 

Preoccupation Leads To ...

It is six months before our daughter Jenessa's joining to a healer, and I am understandably and nostalgically reminded of my own journey of love.

I am struck once again by the utter naturalness of the process of becoming in love, as my mother once phrased it. She likes that expression more than "falling", which makes it sound more like one is not making a volitional choice to a certain extent.

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How would he respond to this, and how I can't wait to tell him that! That was the first sign of a deepening preoccupation.

And then, the musings started: how superb he would look in this or that, and that voice! And those eyes!

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Sherralyn noticed and grinned knowingly whenever she caught my distracted, dreamy gazes.

Gaila, too, noticed and teased me shamelessly.

Rather than being upset with either of them for this, I would just grin and think: Do you blame me? :grin:

There was no actual way I could deny it to them or myself.

I had always known that when I chose a life-partner to love, it would be forever and genuine, and I would "know" when I found him.

I did know, in every fiber of my heart and soul.

Graeme Carlisle was not even remotely a potential rival for my desire or affections.

Not even close.

:dancing:

So it was only a matter of time before I made my feelings clear.


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Yum!

Tagging:

Hazel

RX_Sith

Note: Unless can't wait to post-itis really hits I will post twice weekly - once during the week and once over the week end.

Second note:

Yum tummy and d'awwoon! A post or two after today's will feature something that was inspired by EoA's Interlude #3, different context natch but same amazing tone and flavor I can hardly wait!!

 

Preoccupation definitely leads to many rewards from finding your soul-mate and I know that Nyota and Spock are positively affectionate towards each other exclusively forever.

 

Oh, that voice , I love his voice.

Wonderful as always, Jade!

 

Aww, that's sweet! I like the "becoming in love."

 

RX_Sith Hazel

earlybird-obi-wan

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It Was Fascination

Spock

... which turned into love, as the classic lyric goes.

I kept a holostill of Nyota dressed in a formal evening gown at my workstation when we began working together.

She, naturally, noticed this and was touched greatly.

I could not offer a precise or concise explanation as to why it was there.

She asked me about bonding practices in my culture. I assured her she was not overstepping the bounds of our friendship by doing so.

When I told her that I had dissolved a prior contracted bonding, something in her dark eyes flashed -- could it possibly be relief?

This dissolution was of mutual satisfaction; the lady in question had found someone more compatible to her career and personality, and my increasing closeness to Nyota was something that could no longer be denied.



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Our first kiss was electric in my veins. She returned it with all the enthusiasm and warm welcome that I could have hoped for, but I didn't quite know what I should expect as a consequence. It might seem to have been an impulsive act, but her beauty, intelligence, humor, and open, warm nature made doing so inevitable.


The next day, we spoke of our future and she was in full agreement to deepen our relationship. Her eyes and voice and long, ardent kisses spoke for her.

She had wanted this for a very long time.

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Nyota

We went out together on an "official" date a few days later. Dinner was easy, not awkward at all. We talked of many things with the comfort of truefriends.

The slow dances to a live band - now that was exhilarating! Being so close was sheer bliss for me.

We walked along the beach later with my hand clasped in his, by the light of a setting sun and rising moon; I could tell he was enjoying my pleasure in the whole evening.

We shared a gentle parting kiss and arranged to meet for breakfast the next day.

He filled my dreams that night, not for the first, or last, time.

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Vaporizes! This pairing gooifies me better than any other, in any fandom, still!

 

That is definitely SQUEEEE deserving.

 

squee yes and like the tags.

Pleas continue with the lovely sweet things

 

Sweet evaporating loveliness captured by their lovely essences of romantic bliss.

 

Yummmmmm! !!

 

Aww!

 

Hazel RX_Sith earlybird-obi-wan

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Speechless Wonder & Transcendence

How the most seemingly normal of conversations leads to something amazing! So like myriad threads in a tapestry.

The first one occurred after a poetry reading, with love in the abstract as a motivator and between life-mates and between those joined by family ties and of friendship as well.

"Love leads to compassion and selfless acts." I remarked, sipping my espresso thoughtfully. "You would doubtless find other ... explanations for such actions, but I would not believe you if you told me you did not, or could not, act out of selfless loyalty."

His eyes shone warmly. "Traditional vows speak of a bond that is unsevered and unseverable, of being near even while parted, and of touching heart, mind, and soul. A warrior in ancient times would guard his life-mate's very existence and personal well-being as dearer than his own."

I was touched. I had gotten that idea from Vulcan poetry and classical literature. But to hear it overtly spoken - sent happy thrills through me.

So, it was no surprise that as I took my reluctant leave (having to meet for breakfast with a study group the next day), I spoke softly, almost shyly: "I love you."

It spilled out - burbled out of a full heart.

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When he spoke those words to me, it was after he told me I eased his preoccupations and provided much calm.

My heart soared and melted at the same time.

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Not too long after, we were speaking of the meld and also of how it differed from an underlying continual bond which could be intensified or attenuated at will.

The latter exists between life-mates and the baseline strength grows as the affection and time together grows. I found this prospect delightful in the extreme. I did not balk in the slightest in knowing, and being known, so completely as to my thoughts and feelings, desires, memories, and hopes.

Knowing him so well ... that idea was one that filled me with the keenest eagerness and anticipation.

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When we joined minds, it was easy and natural, smooth as slipping oars into water. The panorama of his mind was a thing of exquisite textures and hues to me, like a rainbow and like a silken wrap, in whose folds I snuggled.

I wriggled my mental toes in the warmth and sweetness of contact. It was like basking in a spring meadow, full of blooming flowers and radiant sunshine.

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A day or so later, I wore an outfit which included Gaila's 2-inch high red boots. They were exquisite on me, if I do say.

After a slow dance, many long kisses and slow, savoring caresses on both sides made me feel giddy with the rightness. In the wake of a deeper meld a couple days before, the touch was intense - much more so - immediately, and I could tell the interweaving would not be transitory.

/Nyota?" Was the quiet query as I took an adoring nibble of one of those as-good-as-chocolate (if not better!) ears of his.

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I paused in my eagerly tender caresses.

If we "took the plunge", there would be no going back. This would be a commitment for ever and always.

/Yes!/ Was my unreserved, unhesitant answer to it all.

We made our way back to my large thermo-gel bed, divesting ourselves of all we had on -- and indulging in more distracting caresses.

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He was ineffably gentle, and we took our sweet time. We commingled our essences in a blaze of speechless wonder and transcendence.

Is this what it is like for Jedi? I thought dazedly. Lands, my darling heart doesn't need to use the Force!

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Somewhere during that breathlessly fantastic interlude, the song called In Her Eyes came to mind.

"I am neither an angel nor a hero, Nyota love." was his soft objection against my lips.

I chuckled. /More like all three, since you're the man who loves me like no other./

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The next morning, our mental and physical entanglement was still as profound.

I wanted waffles and whipping cream, but I also wanted - more of what he'd given me the evening before.

"That was quite the unforgettable experience." I commented and asked if he wanted breakfast.

"Later." He answered readily, with a passionate glow in those beautiful eyes.

I purred blissfully. So it was mutual, was it?


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Finally, we had to bestir ourselves. But before we actually did so, I murmured, "Lover? If you arrived through some transdimensional fashion and met another "me", do you know what?"

"What is that, ashal-veh?" He asked, kissing my throat lightly.

"She and/or I -- would love you, oh so very much. That's what!" I answered and fastened my lips on his for good measure.

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Ok, d'awwwoon! As if. That will ever change!

 

That's such a sweet "I love you!"

 

Their loves rises to a perpetually blissful conclusion that reaffirms their affectionate passion forever and ever.

 

Bonded forever I love this

 

Such a wonderful bond...

 

Thank you Mira. And the rest of y'all. LOL

Mira, when I read of a little sprite of a sweetie in the Saga called Miracle, Mira for short, it was you I thought of !!!!

As for a tangible, soulful connection - that's how I envision their bond -- something so sweet and pervasive you could touch it and feel it singing through each vein, with each breath. Woot! There I go again!

 

Hazel

RX_Sith

Mira_Jade

earlybird-obi-wan

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An Occasion for Truffles

After separate vacations home, Nyota and I would speak of our time with family.

Or rather, she would regale me, her eyes laughing and sparkling.

I would gaze upon her animation and exuberant gladness and appreciatively and gratefully reflect upon her having a warm, convivial family. It was what she deserved, by her gentle warmth and loving nature.

On this occasion, she suddenly paused in her recitation and grinned apologetically. "I'm monopolizing the conversation, and probably boring you to no end with my ..."

"Love, you could never and have never been remotely boring to me." I assured sincerely.

She laughed. "Thank you for saying so. Sweet heart of mine, tell me about your time home." She gazed at me expectantly.

I tightened my hold around her shoulders.

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"My father and I have a complex relationship; even when there is not an overt disagreement, there are times when there are times when there is an undercurrent of tension. Unfortunately, my Mother is oftenest caught in the middle."

Her dark eyes were soft and empathetic. "I can understand that, loving you both, wanting things to be smooth between you, and also seeing both sides of whatever the issue is." She commented.

"That is precisely it, as they say, in a nutshell." I affirmed.

Her next question was insightful indeed, as she stroked my shoulder gently: "How much of all that is misperception and/or preconception?"

I crushed her even closer. "Doubtless quite a lot, as I reflect upon it."

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Rather than even lightly tease that all that was " very Humanly fallible " of us, she just said: "Just don't forget to recall the good times in all the stressfulness and that they genuinely love and are proud of you." She added with a rueful sigh: "Kashore and our parents had a rough phase, but they never lost sight of those inviolable truths and it got them through quite a bit more easily than otherwise. The loving foundation was a great deal of the incentive to do, not just try, to get along."

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We moved onto other topics then, and the next day, I decided to gift Nyota with a large box of rarest, rich chocolate truffles, as a tangible thank you.

"My own, you are an unfailing and invaluable confidante." I wrote in the attached note.

She was very pleased with the gift, and expressed her thanks back most ... pleasurably.

It entailed a slow massage while I was able to feast upon her in a satiny sheath dress, which clung to her most excellently.

"I do love you." She whispered at the end.

Nyota stretched out beside me as I started to give her a massage, kneading her silken shoulders, pausing to tickle her sides, which evoked a laugh.

I leaned to kiss the nape of her neck and whispered in her ear: "And I cherish you, completely."


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Mega-mega SQUEE!


P.S. to Hazel: There's a nummy L/M one-shot involving fudge, grand-younglings and L/M.

 

Yum yum! Delightful.

 

The cherishing leads to romantic tender moments that I am sure that they engage in lovingly.

 

As always very sweet and loving